i sit in bed, 10:40 am.

i've been quite the recluse the last 3 days. maybe it's in protest because two of my bestest friends are in different countries! i think it's because i don't have the mental capacity at the moment to create creative entertainment, a book will do. reading crime & punishment by fyodor dostoyevshky and absolutely loving it.

in my monk state, i did manage to go for a run. i often challenge people to do what makes them feel good (healthy coping), and i decided to take my own advice. the last couple months running has been sporatic.

life is a long gruelling run. paul says so, so does the author of hebrews. "i have run the race, i have fought the good fight..."
we've adopted many metaphors for life: life is like a box of chocolates, life is a party, life's a bitch, life's like a donught: either you're in the dough or in the hole, life's a journey not a destination, et cetera.

ambrose when challenged with the thought that God must be unjust since the good are often in want and the wicked in abundance, made reference to the metaphor of race. he said, paraphrased mind you, that the good's reward are not in this present lifetime. the wicked living in luxury are those who have dropped out of the race, they are merely spectators and receive no glory afterward. something that made me think.

going to meet with hannah at the farmers market, so should shower and eat.